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[misschimera]

Date: Fall 2005
Characters: Candice Wilmer, Lance Alvers
Summary: After too much work and insomnia, Candice decides to go for a drink. Maybe meeting interesting people'll cheer her up. She sees a familiar face instead. (warning for sexual situations)
Status: Complete
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It was an okay bar. It was the closest she could manage walking

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[rockin_outloud]

Pushing his glass idly back and forth between his hands, Lance brooded, something he'd been doing an awful lot of lately. Absently, it occured to him that the last place he should be after getting plastered last night was a bar, but what the fuck ever. He was feeling self-destructive.

Zach hadn't come home before he had to go to work and Lance was really trying not to care at this point. Work had been shit with a hangover, not that it wouldn't have been shit anyway. He didn't know why he just didn't apply for the mechanic's job. Oh, that's right, because irony of all ironies, they want tech school experience, and a high-school dropout didn't cut it. Didn't it fucking figure.

Taking a break from glowering at the counter, he looked up in time to see a leggy brunette walk in, saran-wrapped in a slutty red dress. He watched as she flirted with the bartender, before raising his glass in her direction and nodding to her once she'd taken a seat.

"Hey there. I'm Lance. Insert witty come on line here."

[misschimera]

She should have noticed him before. It was just her darn luck. A blush spread to her cheeks before she could hide it and then she decided to just leave it. Whatever, she wasn't in the mood to play games tonight.

"Hi." She thought of leaving right then and there, but she knew that getting back to the hotel now would only lead to more pacing of the same floor she'd paced earlier. She needed change and fast. Lance was good at keepin her attention, from what she remembered.

And it was remembering that made her avert her eyes. "I'm Candice."

[rockin_outloud]

"Nice to meet you, Candice," he said, smiling a bit.

Inside, Lance was what-the-hell-ing. He couldn't remember the last time he'd hit on a girl--not for a good long while and not since he'd started regularly fucking guys. But like he'd said, self-destructive tonight.

"Not to be completely cliche, but can I buy you a drink?"

[misschimera]

She smiled. He hadn't changed much since she'd last seen him. Last seen him while pretending to be a guy. Right. No awkwardness there. None.

"Sure," she answered, downing her glass in one go. Oh, she was going to regret this in the morning. "So whatcha doing here alone, Lance?"

[rockin_outloud]

Motioning to the bartender, Lance shrugged, feeling an easy grin slide onto his features.

"Oh, you know, standard fare. Drowning my sorrows and hoping for a pretty girl to distract me from them. " And that wasn't lame at all. Maybe this was why he'd stopped with girls. Christ.

"You? That dress looks kind of fancy for moping at a bar."